Chapter 9 : Shelter in the Storm
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Chapter 8: Shelter in the Storm
Rain pounded the streets like drums of war.
Ajoke drove fast—wipers dragging across her windscreen. Then she slowed.
A figure walked in the rain, soaked, shivering.
> “That’s him!”
She pulled up.
> “Sir! Please… get in.”
Taye looked at her, his eyes tired, body trembling. He didn’t speak, didn’t resist. He just climbed into the passenger seat.
, too cold to argue. He climbed in.
" please sir, where do you stay? "
But there was no response,
Ajoke turned only to find him, asleep,
" hmmm"
She took a deep breath , seeing how soak and weak he was.
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Flashback Dream
Laughter. The sound of feet on dusty ground.
> “Taye, Taye, pass the ball!”
Two boys kicked a football outside a small compound. Their mother’s voice called from inside:
> “Food is ready oo o o !”
Their father’s voice followed:
> “My players! We go Soccer Palace later, eh?”
Taye smiled in his sleep.
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> He woke up in pain. Now he’s waking to a stranger’s kindness.
But the streets never forget. And danger never sleeps.
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